User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20140610201540/@comment-3135907-20140730192725

"Ah, good- " An javelin hurtles from the woodlands, ending one of the mice in one fierce blow. Grist looks up in surprise as an otter hurtles in like manner onto the other mouse, grappling him to the ground. "Haharr, buckoes, there never was a fight I could miss! I'm a Roaringale!!!! Take that, an' that, an' that!" The mouse flies backward with broken jaw and bruised stomach as three swift punches hammer into him.